Between the Pages

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Playlist - Code Red by waaves

(A)

Everyone is silent, too stunned to speak. All eyes are focused on the two boys locked in a staring contest on the field. Harry looks shocked at his own actions, his hands still held in front of him slightly. Zayn stares at Harry, a look of absolute disbelief etched onto his face. I watch them anxiously. There's only so long before the shock wears off and Zayn retaliates; the calm before the storm.

"Did you just put your fucking hands on me? I'll fucking end you!" Zayn seethes. He's well past furious. This is the angriest I've ever seen him, maybe the angriest anyone has seen him. Harry starts taking steps back but Zayn matches them, moving forward. Louis comes to his senses and puts himself between Harry and Zayn.

"Not so fast big boy, the only thing you'll be ending is this little cat fight. Leave Zayn. You lost and beating the shit out of Harry isn't going to change anything," For a second I'm positive Louis just made everything worse as Zayn's anger literally seems to radiate from him. But Zayn backs away, laughing. He brings his hand to his hair tugging the black strands.

"I'll give you tonight Styles. Enjoy it while it lasts," Zayn walks away, making his way towards the stands. His eyes lock with mine as he passes and he flashes his signature smirk. I watch his back until his figure blends into the mob of teenagers. My hands run through my hair nervously, this couldn't be good. Zayn walking away from a fight was a miracle in its own but it didn't make sense. Harry had humiliated Zayn and Zayn wasn't one to take that quietly. He was planning something and I had a terrible feeling it was worse than a few cuts and bruises.

Eleanor tugs on my arm shaking me from my thoughts. She looks at me inquisitively and I smile reassuringly at her. I let Eleanor drag me towards Harry, Louis, and Niall who are stood on the very edge of the field. Louis pulls El into a quick embrace, pecking her lightly on the lips. I crinkle my nose at their display of affection earning me a light shove from Louis.

"Harry that was fucking insane! I thought he was going to kill you! It's about time you stood up to him, you're the man!" Niall claps Harry on the back, resembling a proud father. Harry sheepishly smiles at the blonde boy, still looking shaken up. Leave it to Niall to be excited that someone was nearly beat to a pulp.

"I say we go celebrate!" Louis cheers and we all nod in agreement. Eleanor suggests the local ice cream shop and winks at me. I laugh at the reminder of our conversation from earlier today. As everyone makes their way towards the cars, I grab Harry's arm and pull him back.

I put my hand on his forehead leaving it there for a few seconds. "Um Andy what are you doing?" Harry looks at me worriedly as if I was the one that just challenged one of the most violent people in school.

"Checking to see if you have a fever because there has to be something wrong with you! What were you thinking? Are you insane?" I pull my hand away and use it to slap his arm. Harry looks bewildered and I can't tell if it's because I'm angry or because I'm touching him.

"I don't know he was yelling and then he was pushing me and I just got mad and I pushed him back and it was really stupid. But I had just won and I actually did something right for once and he was ruining it like he ruins everything else and I just couldn't stand there like I normally do so I pushed him," Harry lets out a breath before meeting my eyes. I sigh exasperated. I couldn't blame Harry for standing up for himself but Harry wasn't going to be able to stop whatever Zayn had planned. But I had a feeling I could.

"You did the right thing Harry. Just be careful okay? I have somewhere to be. Tell everyone I'm sorry for bailing," I turn away running up the now empty bleachers. Harry calls my name but I ignore it. He'd thank me later.

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"Do you realize this is the guys locker room?" Zayn calls over his shoulder too busy changing to turn around. He strips off his jersey, revealing his tanned back briefly, before it's replaced with a white shirt. I don't say anything as he grabs his bag, looking at me expectantly. Instead I walk towards the exit and pause at the doorway so he can catch up. I keep going with Zayn at my heels until we reach his car. My foot taps impatiently as I stand by the passenger door, waiting for him to unlock it. "I'm not opening it until you tell me what you want babe,"

"I have a proposition for you," Zayn raises his eyebrow at me and I smirk, shaking my head at him. "Open the door," He rolls his eyes but unlocks the car anyway. The car smells much like Zayn does; a combination of leather and tobacco. My head rests against the cool seat and I close my eyes. I was still exhausted and this seat was becoming more and more comfortable by the second. Zayn's fingers tap against the steering wheel creating the only source of noise in the car. His tapping gets faster and he lets out a sigh. I smirk knowing he's getting impatient. It'd do him some justice to have some patience. He sighs again this time louder but I stay in the same position, refusing to pay him any attention.

"Are going to tell me or not Andy?" Zayn whines, his voice the complete opposite of when he was screaming on the field. My shoulders lift and fall in a shrug and that's all it takes to set him off. "I'm really not in the mood for your fucking shit Andy. Tell me what you have to say or get the hell out of my car,"

"You really have quite the temper Zayn. Which is why I know there's no way you're letting Harry off the hook. So would you like to tell me what exactly you have planned?" I decide against beating around the bush. I want to know what he's going to do and I want to know now.

Zayn lets out a sarcastic laugh, "Why? Are you scared for the little nerd?" I bite my cheek to avoid saying anything. It's exactly what he expects and the opposite of what I should do if I want this to work. "You should be," Zayn's tone changes again, this time from teasing to dark. His normally endearing accent now sends chills down my spine.

"And why should I be scared? What's the big bad Zayn going to do?" I do my best to keep from sounding like I care too much. If Zayn figured out bow genuinely concerned for Harry I was he'd only be more determined to hurt him. The way he had threatened him my first day was proof of that. Zayn saw me as his newest conquest, the operative word being his. He'd be damned if Harry of all people got in the way of that. Which is why I knew that my plan would work.

"Tell me why you're here Andy," I run my hands through my hair, irritated. He was stubborn. He wasn't going to tell me what I wanted to know. Which left me with no way of knowing if what I was about to do was worth it.

"I'm going to be your girlfriend," Zayn slams on the breaks and I fly forward. My hands are the only thing that save me from slamming my head on the dashboard. "I said I was going to be your girlfriend! God I didn't know that was reason enough to kill me!" Zayn simply stares at me as if I've grown a third head.

"Since you came here you've said more than once that you don't date. And you've been a complete bitch every time I've taken you out. Why the hell do you want to give in now?"

"Because you're going to leave Harry alone," I say firmly. Zayn scoffs rolling his eyes at me. "Since my first day you've been trying to claim me so you can remain Mr. Popular whose gone through every girl in school. Well congratulation Zayn, you're now dating Andrea Richardson probably the only girl you haven't dated. Just leave Harry alone," Zayn shakes his head in disbelief. He doesn't say anything as he begins driving again.

"Why do you care what I do to Styles?" He asks.

"I was your challenge. Harry is mine,"

A/N: yeah this kind of short and boring but it's a filler so yeah. I know Andy had planned on dating Zayn so she could break up with him but she was planning to do that slowly and that's why she didn't really want to do it in this chapter in case anyone was confused. Ok hope you like it and remember to vote and comment and especially vote! Ily x